With Age Goes Wisdom

I think my father is losing it. My mom called me this morning to tell me, "your father is in the driveway washing his car." If you are in the DC metro area, then you know that it was pissing down rain all morning. Apparently dad thought that since it was raining out it would be a great opportunity for him to throw on his all-weather gear -- which he loves and rarely gets to sport -- head outside, and soap up the car. His logic being that the rain would then rinse everything off and he could therefore squeeze in a quick wash with a modicum of effort.

Of course the rainfall volume diminshed as the morning went on and it was no longer coming down hard enough to sufficiently rinse the sudds off of the vehicle. To which mom added, "So now he's hosing down the car in the rain." And mind you, this is no compact but rather a Dodge Durango. I honestly have zero clue as to the providence of this bizarre notion.

Is this what happens when you get old and approach retirement? You take the day off of work to do crazy shit around the house? God bless him.

Epilogue: This tale was recounted to me by mother who called me from her car because she did not want to be around should the neighbors take note of what appeared to be the gigantic father of the Morton's Salt girl milling about in the rain.